accidental feminist

tough choices January 30, 2008

So Bassie says I haven’t been blogging about her enough. “It’s all just Dina and Rachel!” Fair enough, Bassie. You called me out. So she’d like you all to know that she is currently torn regarding the upcoming election: should she vote for Obama, and make him the first African American President, or Hillary, making her the first female President?

As an aside: Do you think it’s illegal to allow your child to pick the candidate and just punch what they say? Or for you to pick the candidate and let your kid punch it? And, a follow up: How many people do you think actually vote like that?

goin’ to the chapel…

Dina got married today…to Eli! I know, I know. They’ve had their differences, but I guess he’s finally come around to seeing that if the Queen Bee wants you, it’s inevitable. As for Dillon, she says they’re still on good terms, but the age gap was just too much. They never saw each other, when they did they didn’t really have anything to talk about, the usual.

By the way, if the above sounds funny, partially it is, but the part that I find more interesting is that what I just said is a very faithful restatement of Dina’s own perception, and how uncannily similar these events, circumstances, and emotions are to most relationships grown adults find themselves in. Supporting my theory that cognitive development after about age five is all just icing on the cake. Or, for some, gilding on the lily.

remember when we first started blogging… January 28, 2008

…and it was all exciting and everything? I would get butterflies in my stomach every time I’d see a new little circle on my google diagnostics? What happened to us? You don’t even notice if I go away for weeks at a time. Have you been reading someone else’s blog? I know, I’m sorry, I’m being paranoid. I just get so insecure…I love you too, honey.

Well, at any rate, here’s something funny:

Dina and I went to school late one afternoon to pick up my purse that I had left there. There were only a few people in the building. As we were walking out, Dina pointed to the lockers and asked:

Dina: Are those for your students?

Me: Yup.

Dina: (after an almost imperceptible pause) Are they in there right now?

Me: Yup, They’re sleeping.

Dina: Really?

Me: Yeah…shhh. Don’t wake them.

Dina: (laughing) they’re not in there… (then) are they? (then, running) hurry, they’re going to get us.

Me: Yeah, they’re zombies!

Dina: Mommy! They’re not really zombies! Don’t scare me!

Oh, okay, that’s over the line, huh? Who made up the idea that they sleep there in the first place?

weird. January 21, 2008

I had a dream last night that Martin Luther King Jr. was having a dream, and in his dream he was giving his I Have A Dream speech. (So meta.) Then I woke up and Obama was President. Then I woke up again for real and the election was still almost a year away. Here’s to dreaming big…